Panicing, Gex scooped up the wounded girl and began running, trying to find mixt. He'd know how to save her, he just had to.
Gex closed his eyes and shook his head. "No, not just there. everywhere. the pulse of my blood aches. The air I breath is on fire. It is if existance itself is trying to destroy me. It is working"
Fighting back his tears, Gex made an attempt at a smile towards the wounded girl. "I know. I guess, I guess I broke something more painful then broken bones."
"He didn't hurt me Kira, didn't lay a finger on me." His vision began to get teary. His eyes began to get warm. Soon the warmth overflowed and spilled from them. He was...crying? Never in his life did he cry, ever.
The emerald eyes of the masochist gazed down on the sleeping blonde. She seemed so peaceful, so serene. A thought began to stir in Gex's head. This must be what it's like to be a rain cloud. While it creeps across the sky, it cradles and nurtures a lightning bolt before unleashing it upon the defenseless earth below. It was a powerful thought. Playing with her hair, he let the arbiter of his suffering sleep. They would talk later. When the strength returned to her eyes.
